"It's nice to be the best, isn't it?" the Doctor said, his tone suggesting they could join the club if they wanted to.

He shook his head. "I have some weapons," he said, "but not much in the way of swords and longbows. Actually, wait a moment, I think I've still got Robin's in there somewhere..." He paused and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "I should probably give that back to him."

He watched the sky for a bit, then shrugged and returned to the present day. He smiled at War and Mictain. "Most of my weapons don't harm, and they don't take much skill to use. And the screwdriver, just to be clear," he pulled it out of his pocket, "is not a weapon."

It whirred blue for a bit, before he returned it to his pocket in case Loki saw and went crazy again.